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Hot fury lashed at my insides. “You are such a—”
His ghostly touch slipped down my stomach as he pressed my thighs apart. Fingers ran over my center, and I gasped at the intense throb that erupted.
What the hell was he doing? And why was I letting him do it?
Fane stroked the bundle of nerves, all the while piercing me with those eyes as his face remained between my legs. My chest rose and fell faster with each passing second, and my nails dug into the leather of the chair. He was torturing me—as demons loved to do—waiting for me to break beneath him and cave to the desire rolling through every muscle.
And then he’d snatch it away.
As a finger plunged inside, I nearly lost it. Sweat collected on my forehead, and I trembled from the sheer energy it took to remain in control.
Fane’s rough chuckle vibrated my legs. “What’s the matter, Teague? You look a little hot.”
“Fuck you, Maverick,” I hissed.
His teeth flashed as a smile pulled at his lips. “I’m sure that’s exactly what you want to do right now.” Fane’s real fingers ran over my skin dangerously close to my underwear, and then his phantom thumb stroked while his digit curled inside of me.
I couldn’t hold it together any longer, and my control shattered.
My head fell back, and I arched into his touch—the real and ghostly one—as a moan flew from my lips. His wicked laugh taunted meandmade me want to wrap my legs around him to hold him in place.
“You’re such a bastard, Fane Maverick,” I panted as lust and fire boiled my blood. This addiction he was cultivating would be my undoing. And he knew it. “I hate you.”
“You may hate me, but you want me to keep going.” His head dipped, and his lips pressed against my thigh. “You want me to spread you apart and devour you until you’re screaming. And then you want my hands on your throat while I show you just how dark and dirty I really am.”
Electricity crackled over my core, drawing a whimper from me. What the ever-loving fuck was this man—this beast—doing to me? The images he conjured in my mind were enough to send me over the edge. And I wanted him to do all of those things. I might even beg for it.
Ugh, get it together, Tate.
But before I had a chance to gain an inch of sanity, Fane dragged his real tongue to the hem of my underwear, his teeth snagging the damp material. Ghostly fingers disconnected from my own body, and I sank them into his hair, pulling on the strands.
How the hell was I doing this?
Fane’s nostrils flared as he breathed me in, and a low, feral growl crawled up his throat. The sound alone had my back curving again and a moan bursting free. I was on the verge of an orgasm. My muscles began to clench around his invisible touch.
“Uh, I can come back.”
Logan’s voice had me lurching in the chair, heat flooding my cheeks. A smile melted over his lips as he noticed the way Fane’s head was buried between my legs.
I’d momentarily forgotten that anyone else existed in the universe.
Fane slowly drew away and snatched the bandages and jar of salve from his friend. “Thanks.”
Logan’s gaze loitered on the arms of the chair where my nails had torn the material. “Looks like I need a new one.”
I sank lower into the cushions, trying to disappear from the room. “Sorry.”
He shook his head and winked. “It’s fine.”
How embarrassing.
Fane ripped open the jar with unnecessary force and grabbed a glob of goo with his fingers. I braced for his roughness, but he was surprisingly gentle while he spread it over my wound. He didn’t say a word as he placed the bandage on my leg.
“I’m going to look for some food,” Logan called. “You guys must be hungry after all of that.” His shit-eating grin told me he meant what he’d walked in on and not battling demons.
As Logan moved into the kitchen, his back to us while he rummaged through the cabinets, a shaky breath blew from my lungs. I ached from the release that was snatched away. If Logan hadn’t interrupted, Fane probably would have stopped right before anyway. Maybe I should claim to need rest and finish this up myself.
Fane gripped my chin and pulled my face toward his as he loomed barely an inch away. “You really think I’ll let you finish this?”
